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Jabber was the most obnoxious man Zanka had ever met. And he’d never met somebody that understood him so well.
His bones ached with deep exhaustion, but his mind floated lazily, staring at the beautiful man in front of him.
“Jabber,” he mumbled. “Weed makes us real talkative.”
“I think I’m talkative all the time,” he grinned.
God, Zanka wanted him.
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Zanka navigates an.. unconventional new roommate while desperately trying to hide that he's pushing his body to its limits.
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30 Apr 2026
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a blank space, a missing part“Zanka?” Enjin calls again, “You… you hit your head pretty hard.”
“No shit, with this headache,” Zanka grumbles. He glances up at Zodyl, pulling a face, and carefully wiggles out of his hold, standing on his own two feet. He sways a bit, then says, “Who the hell are you people?”
Interesting. Zodyl’s mind begins spinning, ideas and experiments spilling into his thoughts as Zanka assesses both them and the Cleaners with an unfamiliar gaze.
“Kyouka,” he says then, “What… what’s going on?”
On a joint mission with the Hellguard, Zanka takes a hit to the head. Zodyl sees an opportunity and takes it.
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You Must Be Haunting Me by MassiveLoser1172
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
25 Dec 2025
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You see, to the locals, The Cleaners was nothing more than a humble odd-jobs company. Need your lawn mowed? Pipes fixed? A missing cat found? They had you covered, no questions asked. They were the kind of workers you barely noticed, slipping in and out of neighbourhoods, blending into the background.
But when the sun went down and the shop doors closed, The Cleaners became something else entirely. Behind locked doors and soundproofed walls, they ran an underground investigation, gathering intel, tracking movements, and dismantling The Raiders. The ruthless gang tightening its grip on the city.
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They locked eyes.
Both breathing hard.
Bruised. Bleeding. Still not letting go.
Jabber’s face was inches from his. “You fight like you’re trying to convince yourself you don’t like this.”
Zanka gritted his teeth. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Zanka almost did. With a punch. Or maybe something else.
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12 Apr 2026
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The gold jewelry on his hair catches the moonlight and gleams. It makes Zankas heart twist in that weird, sappy way it always did. Like he was stuck in it, drowning in it. Warm and sweet and cloying and suffocating, like his body was lead in a sea of honey..and he likes the feeling.
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Mutual obsession Janka au that I’ve been itching to write out :) more chapters are coming let me cook